He gave her a steady look, letting her know he had all night to wait for an answer.And he would get an answer from her.
She cracked in less than two minutes.
"Everything I own is with Sonny," she said."My backpack.My bag.My money.I need those things, so I'm going back."
"You want to belong to Cusclan Motorcycle Club?"
"God, no."She wrinkled her nose."I want my things, especially my money."
He leaned back in his chair."Money?How much?"
He could give her a few hundred dollars to buy some clothes.It wasn't worth the trip to get her things.
"Almost three thousand.It's hidden under the mattress."She leaned forward."If you get my things for me, you can have all of it.But you'll have to get it before Sonny finds where I hid it."
He stared at her.That's not how it worked.He bought her.Sonny wasn't going to open the door and hand over her belongings.
She swallowed."But then, when you get it, you have to let me go."
He rubbed a hand over his jaw."I paid five grand for you."
Her eyes widened."But I don't have—"
"So," he continued, "you still owe me two thousand if I manage to get your things."
She stared at him like she wasn't sure whether to scream or throw her plate at his head.
He held her gaze, letting the weight of the deal settle between them.If she wanted out, she was going to have to work for it.
In the meantime, he could figure out what to do with her.He needed to make sure Cusclan didn't come back around and take her.
"Go to bed and sleep.Tomorrow, we'll see what needs to be done to get your things back," he said.
"No way.I'm not sleeping here."
There was fear in her voice.She tried to hide it, but he could hear it.
He expected her to be thankful he got her away from Cusclan, but maybe she was telling the truth, and she wasn't used by the members.Maybe, for whatever reason, Sonny hadn't abused her.Maybe he got her out in time.
He leaned forward."I'm not going to hurt you, sweetheart."
"I've been around men like you my whole life."She slid off the stool and backed away from him."I'll kill you before I let you touch me."
Damn, she was cute.
He straightened up before doing something foolish like proving to her he could touch her whenever he wanted, and by the end of the night, she'd be begging for his hands on her body.He leaned over, pulling his pant leg over his boot and taking out the knife he always carried in case he ran out of ammo for his pistol.
He flipped it around and held out the handle toward her."Take it.If I step in the bedroom, you can kill me with my knife, seeing as how that little pair of scissors you keep shoving up your sleeve isn't going to do much damage to a man of my size."
"You're giving me...?"She looked down at the hunting knife, and her fingers curled around the handle as she held up the weapon."I will stab you."
He straightened his beard, trying to hide his amusement.She could try to take him down, but he wasn't going to let her hurt him or herself.
Her gaze narrowed, backing away from him, nearly tripping on the legs of the sweats that were slipping over her feet.She grabbed the waistband before it slid past her bare hip.But it was long enough for him to get a glimpse of her pale skin, and his balls tightened in interest.
She scrambled down the hallway.The door slammed.
He grabbed his cock, rearranging it in his jeans.Piling the dirty dishes in the sink, he yawned.It was going be a long fucking night.
